M-E's the M.D. of MC's Ya'll MFs can't stress me I must be Elon, aroma so Musky Rhymes ain't phat, they big boned They husky Sicker with the Penn than Jerry Sandusky … on second thought, maybe not That's disgusting And I'm corrupting All these bumblin' mumblers Rumble when they come I'm unbelievable, you know, unh Bubble burstin' when every single verse end Everything you write's a pathetic, generic version Of mine without the mind that makes mine fields Feel like the kind of place you'd let your child play any day This ain't child's play, I ain't playin' with you kids I'm 2 Hype when I Face the Nation and I spit But tonight is Space Station, not just international And I'm not just out the world, past the point of rational Compounded with that fact, I stay grounded to the map Yeah the atlas of the Earth ensnarin' me inside a trap That dichotomy is commonly improvin' my economy But currency is currently consumin' my capacity To mastermind this music that I'm mixing on this rap CD (rhapsody) Bohemian, behemoth when I'm beatin' on you Biebers Bump I'm Beamin' in in my speakers cruisin', k**in' cats casually While actually, I'm bringing rap to life, ha, naturally Continue to supply punchlines a 2nd grader could listen to And then turn around and k** you on that instrumental Hertz, don't it? At lease (least), you're just a rental I really recommend you revisit your fundamentals